Bloody Dreams

I fell asleep to a heartbeat I couldn't feel.
I closed my eyes and listened to my own, imagining that ours were set to the same rythmn, every finely strung pulse in a net of veins matched yours to a perfect tune.  
I felt like drifting out to sea, maybe I could relearn how to breathe.  Because now each breath I take feels stolen from me.  The wind that sneaks in the cracks of my window whispers your secrets to me.  I swear I hear your voice in it, that voice that sounds almost like you're always laughing.  And the knarled branches outside look like your back, the way the segments of your spine petrude from your skin.  And the thought disgusts me, as I let myself cry over broken dreams.  Dreams that lay in pieces all around my floor, so that when I awake in the morning my bare feet crack and splinter them even more, and leave me scarred just the same.